The wind of late summer carries warmth, and a touch of gold hides the throbbing of the young man, gently brushing away the chirping of cicadas on the midsummer night. "He" is someone Chen Jianhao has never said. There will undoubtedly be many summers in the days to come, but none will be like this summer. Why do I love summer the most in all four seasons? Because of the few clouds floating in the blue sky, because of the cool air conditioner, because of the refreshing popsicles, and because in this comfortable season, Chen Jianhao met Tang Shunkang.
Purpose: I hope everyone will not derogatoryly refer to homosexuality. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness.
